The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The river at Qena does not forgive the weight of the barges, nor the mud that clings to the hulls like a second skin. The water is brown and slow, carrying the silt of the upper delta down to the sea, indifferent to the names of the men who drive the oars. I am Omar Saleh, forty-five years old, and I am the only one left in the toll house who remembers the sound of my father’s voice. The tax...

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